Digital Dominion: A New Order Emerges

A public promise minted for the mass. A shining token made of digital

glass. They spoke of freedom, chains undone at last.

A future woven different from the past. But in the code a silent

siphon waits. A hidden channel to colossal gates. The people's money, such a sweet

refrain. Became a torrent in a golden rain that fell upon

the droughts of barren ground where waiting titans never making sound. Absorb the deluge

swelling with the game. A quiet harvest cleansing all the plain

of smaller ventures, hopes, and fragile trust all pulverized to calculated dust.